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“Lincoln, pull over, pull over now!”


He hesitated, his hand clamped around the large metal door handle, then looking back over his shoulder he sought out his brother, who was still sitting in the hastily parked up car, tapping the wheel impatiently with his finger.

He smiled as his brother’s gaze fixed on him and pushed the door open, stepping inside with mild trepidation.

It had been almost three years of thinking about this moment, three years of memories and fantasies. Three years of mental images and half imagined tastes. He realised he was nervous, what if his expectations had been too high? Could anything be as good as the sensations he had built in his memory. The tastes and fragrances that he had immersed himself in, in his dreams.

Two steps into the room and the heady aroma washed over him. He breathed in deeply closing his eyes briefly and expelled slowly, a smile melting across his face.

“SsssshhhssssSShhSssshh” He opened his eyes quickly, that noise, how could he have forgotten the noise that always promised so much and teased his senses with the richness of what was to come…

It was at this point that Michael realised he was probably acting strangely and stepped forward to the counter. Responding with just an embarrassed grin to the mild interrogation of the young aproned woman standing in front of him.

“What can I get you?” She asked.

Michael’s mouth opened, but no words came, his eyes were panicky, frantically reading the large illuminated board behind the young woman’s head.

It had changed, there were new names, new combinations new sizes, my god…

Calm down he told himself, read them slowly,

Caffe Vanilla Frappuccino, cinnamon dolce latte, peppermint mocha Caffe Americano, his lips moved noiselessly as he read down the list, this was endless torture.

He sighed with relief; some of his old favourites were still there. In fact most of them were. Now all he had to do was chose…

Seconds ticked by, maybe even minutes, the young woman had initially started to lean forward, her own open mouth mirroring that of Michael’s. However when it became obvious that no order was imminent she had placed her elbow on to the glass counter and rested her chin in her hand.

Michael was a storm of indecision, he’d thought about this moment every day for the last few months, and now he just couldn’t chose.

Three years without a decent cup of coffee did that to you…..


Lincoln looked up as he heard the car door open, all he could see was Michael’s torso framed against the opening. Then a hand reached down holding a cardboard tray with four large coffees stuffed into the indents. He took the tray off his brother and Michael climbed in.

“What the fuck Mikey, four, you bought four?”
Michael turned and smiled at his brother,
“I couldn’t make my mind up.”

“I do have a coffee machine at home ya know. We could have gone straight there from Fox River”

Michael nodded,
“I’m sure you do but it’s been 34 months and 12 days without a coffee from Starbucks.” He fastened his seatbelt and carefully recovered the tray from Lincoln and leaned over the four tall paper cups, sniffing in the bouquet. He sighed and relaxed back into the seat with look of pure satisfaction on his face.

“Right now you can take me home.”
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